Groped around for torchlights for a bit. Continued our morning routines. Be amazed, I wore liquid eyeliner in the dark perfectly. Funnily enough, the dark and disablility to see 3 feet in front of us didn't bother us much. You know the thing where people say if you get dressed in the dark you might wear your sock on your head? Well, obviously they weren't talking about us.
After class, we walked to Maktabah with Imran. Went to the big, fancy library to meet Kakngah's friend from Dublin. Waited for her at this Chinocafe something, Hilton's cafe, and do what we do best; eat, make fun of each other, laugh obscenely, point at a funny looking guy and laugh at him too. The view was nice. Even the big ball thingy that blocked the sea was nice.
Oh, and there's a movie shoot at the entrance and we could see everything. Lots of side comments from Sufi.
Went back to a dark, sad looking apartment. We were like 4 lost little children. 'Bangang' as J said. Running back and forth to Khaled, holding a torchlight and an electric bill we couldn't read. Khaled is the tuan rumah's friend....or something. In fact, who the heck is this Khaled guy?
Anyway, he explained why, who, where and all that, in understandable English.
Ain was like 'Promise you'll come and check the building? Promise? Promise ok?'
And he said, 'You're afraid of the dark!'
Baim wanted to bukak puasa so we tagged along. Food sounds better than sitting around in the dark. So, SO tired, annoyed with lots of things. Couldn't stop dissing the old Egyptian movie on the telly.
My voice is scratchy. My nose is runny. And I can't stop thinking about...er, him?
Hm. I like guys who can sing. I don't like guys who are progesteronally driven.
Ok, the randomness must stop now. Sleep is vital. Later.
ika.
Current mood: sickandtired
Listening to: All About You (Acoustic)
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